amor.dor
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- Dec 24, 2025
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Most people cannot connect one thing to another. There is knowledge scattered everywhere—disconnected, fragmented. Some can connect these pieces, but do not feel their weight. Others feel deeply, but cannot see the patterns.
Nature made a monumental error. It endowed humans with self-awareness, and when we saw ourselves naked before the universe, we felt ashamed. We tried to cover up, to protect ourselves. But as we advance in knowledge, more and more people will grow depressed. They will slowly perceive the futility of life: a world where the many have little, living only so that politicians and their monopoly-owning friends grow richer; where drug and human trafficking operate as a second state within the state.
How many have been brutally killed in this machinery? So much blood. So many innocent children victimized, like in the Franklin child prostitution ring allegations—(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franklin_child_prostitution_ring_allegations) where a political figure seen as charitable helped orphanages only to groom children. This happened in my own country. So many cases go unnoticed. So much evil occurs every moment.
But something anesthetizes most people. Not me—I feel the weight of it. I remember being eight years old, seeing puppies in a box on a freezing night. I wondered: why were they born just to shiver hungry in the cold? I think of a world with more empty houses than homeless people. Why bring children into this?
When I think of the future, of technological and intellectual advances, I realize that humans of tomorrow will perceive terrifying horizons of existence. Human evil is only a consequence of something much larger.
People who have everything exploit those who have nothing for their own pleasure, driven by the tedium of possession. We were not made for plenitude, but for motion. Reality dislikes inertia; it wants always to move, to reconfigure into new beings and things. From atoms to galaxies, everything changes constantly. The consequence of entropy is human suffering. The greater the consciousness, the greater the pain.
I pity those who have moved beyond suffering over relationships or jobs and have come to see existence itself as the true evil. It is the puppeteer, moving our egos to fight one another. It is existence that plays with us and then discards us when we break. Humanity only repeats something greater on a smaller scale. Existence grants us fleeting reliefs, ephemeral happiness, so that we remain chasing illusory meaning.
Even Nietzsche, in tearing down old myths, merely erected his own: the Übermensch. Nothing is solid, only provisional. If there were no illusions, if it were just our work in this samsara, everyone would choose not to be. We are mere puppets. Evil is not the absence of good—it is the very mechanism. When someone suffers injustice, they are driven to repair the harm—used to keep living to satisfy a wrong done. Resentment is a powerful engine.
I lost the person I loved most long ago, and realized I began acting kindly toward others even as I hurt myself—trying to repair a mistake I felt I made. That did not make me kill myself. It made me stay alive to fix the error. Everything is designed to make us want to continue—here, or in some afterlife nobody has ever returned from to confirm exists.
The best is never to have been born. The second best is to die as soon as possible, so that no painful death or immense suffering afflicts me, making me agonize slowly in this samsara. Consider this: most causes of death are painful. Suicide at least lets you choose the best option available to you. I've wondered why we euthanize animals and pets but cannot choose a peaceful death for ourselves. The answer is simple: utility. Humans have immense impact on the world. We are entropic beings. A single human, however still, generates more impact than an ant colony. A single plane trip creates more entropic disruption than entire city colonies.
Morality is not founded on religion or philosophy. It is older than life itself. It is entropic. The rule is: generate more motion. Like in economics: keep capital turning, never stand still, accelerate constantly.
Have you ever stopped to think where the idea of good and evil comes from? It sounds relative, but I perceive it as fundamentally entropic. We kill serial killers because they remove useful people from society. But why don't we kill politicians who cause indirect harm and death? Because an empty seat of power is unstable—it disrupts the flow.
There is so much I want to say, but for now, this is it. I needed to say all of this—it was stuck inside me.
I do not expect agreement with these perhaps foolish ideas. I just needed to let it out.
"Know yourselves – be infertile, and let the earth be silent after ye." -The last Messiah by Peter Wessel Zapfer
For me, this quote makes complete sense. The only way to win this game is by not playing; the second best is getting off this leaky boat heading nowhere.
Nature made a monumental error. It endowed humans with self-awareness, and when we saw ourselves naked before the universe, we felt ashamed. We tried to cover up, to protect ourselves. But as we advance in knowledge, more and more people will grow depressed. They will slowly perceive the futility of life: a world where the many have little, living only so that politicians and their monopoly-owning friends grow richer; where drug and human trafficking operate as a second state within the state.
How many have been brutally killed in this machinery? So much blood. So many innocent children victimized, like in the Franklin child prostitution ring allegations—(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franklin_child_prostitution_ring_allegations) where a political figure seen as charitable helped orphanages only to groom children. This happened in my own country. So many cases go unnoticed. So much evil occurs every moment.
But something anesthetizes most people. Not me—I feel the weight of it. I remember being eight years old, seeing puppies in a box on a freezing night. I wondered: why were they born just to shiver hungry in the cold? I think of a world with more empty houses than homeless people. Why bring children into this?
When I think of the future, of technological and intellectual advances, I realize that humans of tomorrow will perceive terrifying horizons of existence. Human evil is only a consequence of something much larger.
People who have everything exploit those who have nothing for their own pleasure, driven by the tedium of possession. We were not made for plenitude, but for motion. Reality dislikes inertia; it wants always to move, to reconfigure into new beings and things. From atoms to galaxies, everything changes constantly. The consequence of entropy is human suffering. The greater the consciousness, the greater the pain.
I pity those who have moved beyond suffering over relationships or jobs and have come to see existence itself as the true evil. It is the puppeteer, moving our egos to fight one another. It is existence that plays with us and then discards us when we break. Humanity only repeats something greater on a smaller scale. Existence grants us fleeting reliefs, ephemeral happiness, so that we remain chasing illusory meaning.
Even Nietzsche, in tearing down old myths, merely erected his own: the Übermensch. Nothing is solid, only provisional. If there were no illusions, if it were just our work in this samsara, everyone would choose not to be. We are mere puppets. Evil is not the absence of good—it is the very mechanism. When someone suffers injustice, they are driven to repair the harm—used to keep living to satisfy a wrong done. Resentment is a powerful engine.
I lost the person I loved most long ago, and realized I began acting kindly toward others even as I hurt myself—trying to repair a mistake I felt I made. That did not make me kill myself. It made me stay alive to fix the error. Everything is designed to make us want to continue—here, or in some afterlife nobody has ever returned from to confirm exists.
The best is never to have been born. The second best is to die as soon as possible, so that no painful death or immense suffering afflicts me, making me agonize slowly in this samsara. Consider this: most causes of death are painful. Suicide at least lets you choose the best option available to you. I've wondered why we euthanize animals and pets but cannot choose a peaceful death for ourselves. The answer is simple: utility. Humans have immense impact on the world. We are entropic beings. A single human, however still, generates more impact than an ant colony. A single plane trip creates more entropic disruption than entire city colonies.
Morality is not founded on religion or philosophy. It is older than life itself. It is entropic. The rule is: generate more motion. Like in economics: keep capital turning, never stand still, accelerate constantly.
Have you ever stopped to think where the idea of good and evil comes from? It sounds relative, but I perceive it as fundamentally entropic. We kill serial killers because they remove useful people from society. But why don't we kill politicians who cause indirect harm and death? Because an empty seat of power is unstable—it disrupts the flow.
There is so much I want to say, but for now, this is it. I needed to say all of this—it was stuck inside me.
I do not expect agreement with these perhaps foolish ideas. I just needed to let it out.
"Know yourselves – be infertile, and let the earth be silent after ye." -The last Messiah by Peter Wessel Zapfer
For me, this quote makes complete sense. The only way to win this game is by not playing; the second best is getting off this leaky boat heading nowhere.
